Have I mentioned lately...
I have an anxious, troubled, curious mind and I needed a place to spit out my thoughts.
Real Name: Veronica Gender: female Member Since: November 08, 2006 Last Signed In: October 30, 2007 Profile Views: 2307 Blog Views: 2817 A Milestone Bakotopian field trip-Thanks Twinkie! Shrek the Third is out today! They call me the Rump Jiggler! They're back! Let's start the day, shall we? Happy Thanksgiving! The Office Look at my happy feet go! Help! November 06 December 06 January 07 February 07 March 07 April 07 May 07 June 07 July 07 August 07 September 07 October 07 November 07 December 07 January 08 February 08 March 08 April 08 May 08 June 08 July 08 August 08 September 08 October 08 November 08 December 08 January 09 
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“Veronica’s a woman!” was the comment made by my then 8-year-old sister to a house full of guests at my 15th birthday party. Immediately following was a look from my mom that plainly said, “You better not even be a woman or even think about being a woman until you’re married, missy!” My sister was actually referring to my coming of age that Hispanics believe happens when a girl turns fifteen years old.
Now 15 years and 40 lbs later, I am a woman. A 30-year-old woman, for that matter. Where did the time go? I’ll tell you where it went. It converted itself into pounds and planted itself firmly on to my butt and thighs. I also have new friends now, too, Crow’s feet, Laugh Wrinkles, and Gray Locks. Ahhh, the wonders of aging. And no matter how cheesy this may sound, especially to the younger folk, I still feel like I did when I turned 20. Well, except for the part that I can’t stay up past 10:30 p.m. now because it will kick my butt the next morning, which is really too bad because I never get to watch the end of Law and Order: SVU. Did they catch the criminal!? My goodness, I’ll never know.
The only bad thing about being 30 is that I don’t get to celebrate my birthday by dressing up in the pinkest, frilliest, poofiest dress and choose that one special boy that I’ve had the biggest crush on since 8th grade to be my chambelan de honor. Maybe I should have anyway, I bet I would have been the center of attention as I made my way barhopping through downtown Bako. Check out my tiara, everybody!
Truly, 30 really is a good age! I’ve been hearing it from everyone; Life only gets better from here. I really think it will. I already feel more mature and confident. Is that strange? Does turning 30 actually cause you to feel all growed-up and mature-like? I mean it’s not like I’m old. I’m 30, yet I don’t have the stresses of any other 30-year-old woman. No kids, no hubby, no cooking if I don’t want to. And, I’m dating a younger man! Whoo-hoo! Luckily, I’ve turned 30 during a time where 30 really is the new 20, and I think I’m actually learning how to embrace who I am, flaws and all.
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